Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The existence sealed by the world, possessing the power to easily replenish her loss as a Primordial Deity, and incidentally, the power to conceive a Demon God, is terrifying just to think about.

If she weren’t a Primordial Deity, protected by the current world along with her spirit, Gaia would not have so readily accepted the other’s power.

Fortunately, there were no ifs in reality, so in her heart, Gaia silently applauded her own actions.

Indeed, her greatest failure since her divine birth had come from Zeus, and it was simply because she had not adjusted her mentality properly. As long as she treated this new Divine King in the same manner as she treated the other Primordial Gods, everything would turn out fine.

"...Hmm?"

Lost in thought, Gaia suddenly felt an unusual quiet around her. The constant dripping sound that had been falling had stopped at some unknown point, completely silencing the vast emptiness.

It was like the calm before the storm, as if some terrifying change had occurred. However, Gaia, who had noticed these changes, was not alarmed but rather delighted, because she knew exactly what that dripping sound was.

It wasn’t actual water, but a fluid flowing from the branches of the Flesh-Mother Tree. It was the best nourishment in the world, constantly nurturing the growth of something beneath the ground.

And now that it had stopped, the reason was obvious. The vague consciousness of the Mother Tree had once expressed "the right moment," and perhaps that moment had arrived today.

Crack...

...

Crack—

...

Crack!

She looked down towards the stratified layers, and as if responding to Gaia’s gaze, fine cracks began to spread among the rocks on the floor of the cavity. The earth trembled slightly,

as if something was about to break through the soil. Watching this scene, Gaia couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... Good, very good, you’re finally coming out!"

"I have been waiting for you for so long!"

Joy spread across Gaia’s face; her most proud creation, the offspring capable of completely compensating for her shortcomings in battle, was finally about to descend upon the world. Soon, everything she lost would be reclaimed.

For now, all she needed to do was to witness its birth.

"My child... my smallest child, I can’t wait to see you!" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Come, Typhon, come into this world, ascend Mount Olympus, and punish those who offended me, punish the arrogant Divine King!"

Her voice echoed in the underground cavity, but it was easily drowned out by thunderous noise. The earth’s tremors grew more intense, and a dark, gloomy light surged from the cracks.

After a short while, under Gaia’s expectant gaze, a massive head emerged from the shattered rock layers below, then rose high into the air.

It was a head that resembled that of a dragon—if not for the accident in the Nine Realms, it would have been the progenitor of the dragons of Chaos.

The monster called Typhon, though it had more than one head, this one was undoubtedly its most vital one. As its eyes opened, Gaia, locking gaze with it, seemed to see endless slaughter and destruction, but this only pleased her more.

This was the sword she needed, the weapon to slay the Divine King.

"Have you awakened, Typhon? Can you understand my words?"

Levitating her body, Gaia positioned herself above the dragon head. Although everything was as she had envisioned, to ensure that Typhon, enhanced by the Mother Tree’s power, could indeed communicate, Gaia still made a point to confirm.

The result satisfied her. Although the huge dragon head did not respond, and even as a second head emerged amidst the earth’s quivering, Gaia still saw reason in the creature’s eyes.

It seemed influenced by its instincts, but it was still able to communicate... that was enough. So, lifting herself higher towards the top of the cavity, Gaia spoke out loud:

"Typhon, since you can understand me, come out quickly. Go and overturn Olympus for me, dethrone the Divine King!"

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The loud noise returned, and as Gaia spoke, Typhon’s ninth head also emerged from the ground. Perhaps due to its inherent traits, each time a head was raised, the rest would swell.

At this moment, eighteen enormous eyes larger than Gaia herself gazed up at this being hovering in mid-air. Staring at the entity with an essence somewhat akin to its own, Typhon spoke its first words.

"...Who am I?"

Raising an eyebrow, Gaia was somewhat taken aback by the beast’s response, but she still explained.

"You are a monster, a demon, destined to destroy Olympus as Typhon. Destruction is the purpose of your birth; you should be able to feel the agitation in your blood as well."

"...Then who are you?"

Eighteen dragon heads hung in the cavity, the space that was once like an underground world now seemed a bit crowded.

Yet Typhon seemed not to mind this detail and just stared at Gaia, asking its second question.

"I am the deity who nurtured you, Typhon, the Mother Earth of Chaos. All things are born upon my body; I am the foundation of the world."

Frowning slightly, but Gaia still offered an explanation.

"...Then this Divine King you speak of... what is that?"

Thirty-six heads now packed the entire cavity; the underground world carved out by Gaia could no longer contain the giant. The rocky walls trembled, on the verge of collapse, but seeing this scene, Gaia felt somewhat elated.